You’re in my House Bitch

[Caborn]

As she slowly managed to recover, Suzuki would lay back and enjoy the sight of Sheila acting all cocky. It kinda made her want to kick her ass back in her place, but it was sort of sexy too. It seemed like she was still a little mad about the change of clothes, though. But since the punishment for putting her in a school girl outfit was a good, violent time Suzuki would probably do it again. "Oh come on, baby. Do I seem like a woman who doesn't go all night?~" the older woman chuckled as she started to pick herself up and stood in front of Sheila. Her body was sore but her spirit was more than willing to keep going. "As for your clothes...I don't know...I'll have to ask the maids later. I wouldn't mind letting you keep the school girl outfit of course~" she'd chuckle before kissing her on the cheek before walking by. Making her way to the bed, Suzuki would lay across the sheet before flashing a smile at the Aussie.

"You know...if you really hated that outfit you could have stripped it off by now. Maybe you like being seen in it as much as I like seeing you in it~" the older woman purred as she teased Sheila. "...Are you going to join me or would you rather I fuck myself while you watch?"

[BlackAkuma]

Did Suzuki look like someone who doesn’t go all night?

No. No, she did not. In fact, just based off what she’d seen from this woman so far, she looked like someone who hadn't gone a day without sex for a long time. Definitely not more than a week. A super-horny, hyped-up, fuck tornado of a woman. Super Cougar.

Sheila raised her eyebrow at the kiss, but she didn’t pull away - probably not a good sign that she was getting used to skin contact with this woman. ”Yeah, no, I’m not stripping out of this and walking stark naked in front of you all day long, you got enough freebies as is. And are those actual goddamn maids?” She thumbed behind her as she followed Suzuki about the room. ”What boot camp you steal them from?”

Sheila stared down at the woman as she offered herself up…again. Jesus. Sheila’d just fucked her as a hard as she’d ever fucked anyone, and she was already asking for another ride. While all her best senses were telling her to get the hell out of wherever this place was…she could deny that the woman looked damn hot on that bed, sweaty and musclebound and tatted up all to hell.

”Fuck it, fine.” Sheila sighed and made her way onto the bed,where she promptly crawled on the woman’s lap and settled in. ”Seriously, though, what is your deal? What even is this place?”

[Caborn]

The older woman simply shrugged as Sheila refused to strip out of the school girl outfit. It didn’t bother her if the wild one wanted to keep playing dress up. Besides it did look sexy on her. But Sheila wasn’t just about to jump back in bed with her. No the younger woman had questions it seemed. Not surprising though if Suzuki had to choose she’d definitely pick to keep screwing. Regardless the woman’s questions ranged from her maids to where they were. So, as Sheila straddled her waist and settled down on her lap, the older woman figured she might as well answer them.

“Well first off…Yes they’re maids. But I did not get them at a boot camp.” Suzuki would say as the wild one climbed onto the bed and laid on top of her. “They’re just girls I met…found cute…had a little fun with and then gave them a job…speaking of you wouldn’t happen to need a side job would you?” The older woman asked with a smug smile. Already knowing Sheila’s answer as she teased her.

“Hehe~ Now before you say anything they’re not whores. I pay them for their work…the sex is personal fun. Those women you met are hardly boot camp material though. I doubt they can even make a fist correctly. The others are off out of hearing distance…I sort of figured you’d have a fit and I didn’t need them attacking you before I had my fun~” Suzuki explained, taking time to brush the side of Sheila’s face as if admiring her looks. “Rather than a boot camp though I’d say they came from the fucking asylum. Their past job experience includes a few former cops who weren’t exactly clean…a pit fighter who didn’t wanna kill her opponents …a Indonesian pit fighter who only wanted to kill them, don’t freak out she’s calmed down a bit…oh! then there’s the girl who belongs in an asylum hehe…” she’d say, trailing off a list of certified maniacs and criminals she had dressed up as maids who were off doing who knows what.

“…sorry went off on my own there…anyway where was I? Oh right my deal. I fuck things there scare rational people. How’s that for my deal?” Suzuki would explain bluntly with a smile. “Also since you can’t tell. My house.” She’d add while waving her hand around the room. “This place we are in…is my house. I thought that was obvious enough. But I guess I have hit you a few times in the head~” she chuckled before giving Sheila some head pats.

[BlackAkuma]

Goddamn, Suzuki was getting yappy all of a sudden. Must’ve been an old bitch thing. Sheila’d known a few fossils in her time, old-ass wrestlers, and god, did they love to spin yarns about their life. Ask them a couple of questions, and you get a biography.

Sheila passed the time by idly grinding her hips against Suzuki while she laid it all, keeping quiet through the whole thing and only reacting with a raised eyebrow when the old bat got to truly crazy parts - which, as you might imagine, was often.

When Suzuki finished her spiel, Shiela didn’t answer at first. Instead, she reached down, brought her hands to the woman’s breasts, and proceeded to lazily group, knead them, massage them, casually working the woman back to peek horniness one squeeze at a time.

”Yeah, I’m gonna say a hard ‘fuck no’ to that. I can barely keep my own place going, no way I’d be someone else’s bitch-ass maid.” She tipped her head to the side as she tried to make more sense of it. ”How do you even pay them all?”

It damn sure wasn’t on a LAW wrestler’s salary, that was for sure. Sheila was one of the more well-known hardcore wreslters in th LAWless division, and she barely made enough scratch to keep the lights on.

”And no shit, we’re in your house. Where in the city, Tokyo? I gotta get home after this, I need some idea where the fuck I’m going for the bus. Unless you’re giving me a ride.”

[Caborn]

If Suzuki could hear the inner machinations of Sheila’s mind…they’d be fighting again instead of fucking. So luckily for the wild one she was more interested in Sheila grinding in her lap and groping her tits. Purring happily as she laid back on the bed, she’d listen to the younger woman turn down being her bitch ass maid. “Heh~ Too bad…you’d be fun to keep around the house~” Suzuki would chuckle in response before being asked about pay. Well here was the familiar obstacle of explaining what she did for a living. If Suzuki could just say crime and murder without repercussions she would. But as a yakuza boss that was a good way to go to jail. As a successful yakuza boss Suzuki would typically spew random cover business bull shit. But god that was boring. It wouldn’t just turn off Sheila, not even Suzuki would be in the mood for sex after that nonsense. So without a better option, the older woman could opt for Mako’s favorite suggestion “Don't ask me about my business”. But quoting the godfather seemed lazy and too on the nose of taken seriously. Actually there was one other way…

“I’ll tell you when you’re older, sexy~” she would say, deflecting the question with a little taunt. At the same time she’d reach up and caress Sheila’s face before pulling her down closer by her neck. “Don’t worry so much…if you’re so scared about not getting home I’ll make sure to get you a ride. Besides the one I’m giving you right now~” Suzuki would purr in her ear before giving it a little lick and then a nibble. Her hands caressing Sheila’s back as she enjoyed feeling the woman’s muscles.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was fairly certain that, if Suzuki laid a single eye on her apartment, she would quickly abandon the idea of making her a maid. She was, as her friends often described her, something of a hoarder, with a bad habit of not tossing out things because she thought she might need them and letting them stack up and stack up until, well…

It was rare for Sheila to go a week without having to do a treasure hunt for her keys and wallet. Put it that way.

It was enough to bring a smirk to her face, one that slipped through her moans as she continued to hump away. ”Yeah, whatever. Don’t wait too long, you ain’t getting younger.”

With the heat taking hold, Sheila felt a strong urge to up the stakes, especially when the woman yanked her down and purred in her ear, her voice thick and gravely, like boots dragging on concrete. ”You’re real confident for someone who just took a hard fucking - you think you got it in you, still?”

Sheila slid back, only to give the woman a more punishing thrust with masculine intensity and a gleam in her eyes. ”’Cause I’m willing to bet you’re all spent.”

[Caborn]

Suzuki purred as Sheila started grinding against her harder. Loving the hot action as they continued taking little shots at each other. Hearing the woman taunt her age again, Suzuki would reach around and smack the youngsters ass. “…And yet my ass is still better than yours~” she’d chuckle with the resounding clap of her hand slapping that backside.

However, as Sheila started questioning her stamina, the yakuza boss would cock her head. Surprised that this bitch would dare challenge her. Then again all the wild one has done is challenge and taunt her…so it wasn’t much of a surprise at all. Grunting out then as Sheila gave her a sudden and hard thrust, Suzuki would lick her lips in excitement. “Mmm~ Fuck yeah I’m confident…I’m confident I can out fight, out fuck, and out last you, kiddo~” she’d say, while kissing the the aussie’s neck after each point that she listed.

“If you’re feeling like betting, though…you know I’ll take those odds~” Suzuki would declare, getting riled up as a result of Sheila’s challenge. The look in the wild one’s eyes alone made her heart race with excitement. Wondering where exactly the young punk would take this.

[BlackAkuma]

Sheila was feeling her groove a. M she picked up the rhythm on Suzuki’s body. As much as she hated to give this bitch credit for any damn thing, she’d be lying if she said the woman wasn’t sexy, that she didn’t feel so good with their bodies slipping and sliding and touchign and caressing and grinding.

She just didn’t want to let Suzuki have any of that satisfaction. The woman was cocky enough as is, didn’t need another boost to that ego.

She bit her lip, trying her best to stifle the moans after every kiss the woman peppered on her neck, but a couple slipped out despite her best efforts. She was starting to drift off and get caught in the moment when Suzuki’s words brought her back - nothing quite like a challenge to get her blood pumping.

”We’ll prove the outfighting later. But outfucking…” She chewed on her lip and slid back to grip Suzuki’s leg. She hoisted it up, moved over for a little docking, and began to work Suzuki over, tribbing hard against her. ”First to pop kisses the winner’s ass.”

[Caborn]

Satisfied as she heard Sheila fail to stifle her moans, Suzuki was more than ready to turn those moans into screams of pleasure. The wild one beat her to first punch, however, as she grabbed the older woman’s leg and started pounding their pussies together. Moaning erotically as they started tribbing, Suzuki would smile wildly before sitting up. Reaching around the punk she’d the back of Sheila’s head by her hair. Giving it a good pull as she stared deeply into her eyes.

“You’re on little girl~ You’ll get to show me how much you love my ass in minute…maybe I’ll take a picture to savor it” the older woman purred as she started thrusting herself against Sheila’s sex. Their pussies clapping together in hot wet impacts. The older woman couldn’t keep in her moans as her body grew hot and bothered. Biting her lip as she stared the wild one down, Suzuki would lean in and drag her tongue over the woman’s neck as if she owned her body. At this point the yakuza boss was starting to sweat despite feeling fuel of energy. Most likely due to all the physical action mixed with how turned on she was.

[BlackAkuma]

And here Sheila was, in the house of an old, crazy woman she barely knew, pounding pussies and while she was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit.

God, life was taking her down some strange avenues these days.

The Wild One approached this like she did with more things in her life, however - she just went with it, no reservations, caution thrown to the wind. It was working out well enough for her, too, though she could really have done without having her hair used like a goddamn leash. ”Ow, fucking hell, always with the fucking hair…”

She let it be for now, though, and focused Suzuki who was growing wilder and more feral with each passing second, as they continued to amp things up. The tongue at her neck, slithering along her sweaty skin, sent an electric shiver down her spine, but she did her best to keep some measure of control - she was going to pop, there was no way around that, but she was dedicated to holding on just that much longer, enough to outlast this old battleship of a woman.

Harder. Stronger. Faster. Sheila pushed back, hitting Suzuki with punishing thrusts, fucking as hard as she found. As much as she liked the woman’s touch, she wanted control here - her hands found the woman’s breast, gripped it tight, and pushed her forward, trying to slam her back against the bed.